Solo Leveling: Ragnarok – 260



Episode 260

Do you have no intention of answering?

Or maybe I’m not in a state to answer.

No answer came from Fores’ soul which had already turned into a worthless ice flower.

[Even if you don’t answer I still need to know.]

Silad reached out his hand and grabbed the ice flower with a scary expression.

[Even if it means squeezing your soul.]

Wheeoooo-

A frosty wind blew out from Szilard’s mouth.

[The King of the Yetis Lord of the Cold uses ‘Skill: Illusion of Ice Flowers.’]

The illusion of ice flowers.

Silad’s elemental magic that showed the appearance of Cha Hae-in in the tomb of the light dragons before Su-ho’s eyes.

This creepy wind wrapped Forres’ ice flower like a rope.

Then a system message appeared in front of Suho.

Tiring!

[Recall the traces left behind in the spiritual body.]

[Do you want to accept?] (Y/N)

‘This?’

Silad’s stern voice was heard towards Su-ho who was looking at the message.

[Go ahead and accept it. Even so this poor guy was quite strong among the high elves who competed with me for the throne. It is by no means a light incident for a guy like that to end up like this.]

‘It’s a trace left on the spirit body… Are you trying to steal my memories?’

[okay. No matter how dead I am I can still exert this much power against the elves I ruled.]

Extreme cold.

The majesty of a man who was once a ruler of one dimension radiated from Silad.

Upon seeing that majestic figure Suho’s eyes naturally turned to his side.

It wasn’t just him and Szilard in this world.

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A successor decided directly by Szilard.

Sirka was also brought here with him.

Wow-

In this crazy swirling storm Sirka was trapped in the transparent ice quietly closing her eyes.

Along with the ice even Sirca’s time seemed frozen.

[Don’t worry. I froze that guy for a while so he should be safe for a while.]

What this storm of spirits was targeting was Sirka not Guardian.

It was the next best solution after the failed attempt to steal Suho’s body but in fact from the spirits’ point of view Sirka would have been a much more familiar vessel than Suho.

Sirka was an elf of the same race as the original hosts the high elves and was a direct blood relative of Silad the previous monarch.

[Sirka cannot yet handle this amount of spirits. The moment the ice breaks Sirka will eventually be eaten by the spirits. Please accept it quickly.]

Silad urged Suho.

The answer was fixed anyway.

‘acceptance.’

As Suho nodded the illusion of a mirage rose from the ice flower that Silad was clutching.

Shwaaagh!

‘…uh?’

When I came to my senses Suho’s spirit was no longer in a storm but in a beautiful forest.

A green forest filled with the fresh scent of grass and flowers.

Above it the fantasy of ice flowers drew a new picture.

Then images of elves peacefully playing in the forest and a beautiful tree house were added to the fantasy one by one.

Shwaak-

And the last thing that Ice Flower’s fantasy depicted was a huge tree towering in the middle of the forest.

Suho looked at the tree and muttered.

‘Elvenwood?’

[Yes this is Elvenwood where I lived.]

Suddenly a cool snowstorm swirled around Suho’s side and Silad’s face appeared from thin air.

Silad looked back at the forest with a somewhat nostalgic expression and muttered.

[Originally ‘Elvenwood’ is the name for the tree you see in the middle. And we elves were nomads who gathered around Elvenwood.]

Suho tilted his head.

There was something wrong with the words.

‘We live together around a tree? ‘If you’re a nomad don’t you have to move around?’

[Walking around. After this land becomes desolate.]

‘It’s going to be devastated? What do you mean?’

[Watch. Because it will start soon.]

Shwaak-

As soon as Silad finished speaking a chilling wind blew in the forest.

And as time sped up several times the once beautiful forest landscape began to become noticeably desolate.

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Spring summer fall and winter.

As if the four seasons passed by in order all the beautiful scenery before my eyes faded and dried up.

Accordingly the elves’ clothes also became thicker.

in result.

Wheeoooo-

What was left in the end was ‘severe cold’.

But even at this moment there was still something that hadn’t changed at all from the beginning…

It was ‘Elvenwood’.

[Elvenwood is a spirit tree that provides the optimal environment for elves to live. Next to Elvenwood the power of the spirits becomes stronger and the spirit magic of the elves also becomes stronger.]

But nothing in this world is permanent.

There could be no such thing as an inexhaustible force.

[Elvenwood absorbs all the nutrients around it.

Then when all the nutrients in this land run out…]

Shwaaak!

[Use the elves as food.]

Ouch!

Just then a scream was heard.

Elvenwood which had been growing increasingly thin due to lack of nutrients suddenly spread its roots and began to attack the elves.

Suho frowned.

‘When the land is fertile they are friends of the elves but when nutrients are lacking do they use the elves as emergency food?’

[Emergency food… That’s an appropriate expression.]

Silad muttered bitterly.

[Yes that’s right. I don’t want to admit it but we elves may have been raised from the beginning as food to be eaten by Elvenwood.]

The elves were dying cruelly before my eyes.

With the sharp roots of Elvenwood stuck in his body he was depriving himself of all nutrients and was drying out.

[In moments like these not even the spirits help us. Spirits are friends of elves? Hehe. Those who talk nonsense like that are one of two people.]

Szilard’s eyes flashed with anger.

[Either he is a young elf who has never experienced anything like this or…]

‘It must be the spirits themselves.’

[okay.]

Slurp.

At that moment the corpses of the elves who had died from being deprived of nutrients were rising shakily before Guardian’s eyes.

Just like a zombie.

[If Elvenwood sucks the nutrients from the elves what the spirits are targeting is the shell that has had all the nutrients sucked out. Because we have been pretending to be friends for a long time our elves’ corpses are full of spirit affinity.]

In order to use elemental magic one had to have high elemental affinity.

To put it the other way around a corpse with high spirit affinity was the perfect vessel for spirits.

and.

[??]

Suho saw.

On the name tags above the heads of the elf zombies there was a question mark just like in Fores.

‘Now I understand.’

Suho finally understood.

Perhaps that question mark means that the system is an entity whose identity cannot be determined.

They have already become something that is neither an elf nor a spirit.

Even at this moment other spirits were competing to enter pushing out the spirits already established in the shell.

‘It was impossible to give it a name because the contents were constantly tossing around.’

[It’s a name. Come to think of it you humans seem to call us ice elves ‘white ghosts’.]

Hearing Suho’s words Silad stroked his chin and muttered.

[If that is the case it would be appropriate to call such people ‘corrupt demons.’]

Tiring.

[??] → [Corrupt Demon]

At Szilard’s words the name tag that had been a question mark changed to the name ‘corrupt demon.’

But what does it matter what you call it?

Things like names weren’t important.

What was more important than that was the purpose of those ‘corrupt demons’.

That’s it!

The zombie elves who had been taken over by the spirits moved out of the dry forest and began slaughtering all visible creatures.

And then he dragged the bodies and returned to Elvenwood.

‘Could it be that you are directly collecting nutrients for Elvenwood?’

[okay. This is the so-called symbiosis. A relationship where each person uses and is exploited by each other for their own benefit. If you think about it the same goes for us elves. Look at that.]

‘…!’

Now that I think about it it wasn’t that all the elves were wiped out and turned into corrupted demons.

Where Silad pointed the elves who had survived the Elvenwood rampage were desperately running away.

At that moment through Suho’s vision he discovered ‘Forres’ who was running away in a huff among the survivors.

Since this vision itself was a mirage that arose from Fores’ memory the sight of Forres running away was seen closest among the elves scattered in all directions.

However the reason why Suho was surprised was not because he found Fores.

All the surviving elves including Fores who ran away in a huff each had a ‘fruit’ in their arms.

‘What about that fruit?’

[…okay. It is the fruit of Elvenwood. To be precise it is a ‘seed.’]

‘Are you sure you’re trying to raise Elvenwood again after going through that situation?’

[That’s why you said it was symbiosis.]

Szilard was also looking at Fores’ back with bitter eyes.

[Anyway elves need Elvenwood to live. The same goes for spirits. At least until the nutrients in the area dry up Elvenwood and the spirits pretend to be ‘friends of the elves.’]

‘….’

Fores who managed to escape from Elvenwood’s rampage arrived in a new land.

Then he found the most fertile land dug it and planted Elvenwood fruits.

And when elemental magic was performed on the land new Elvenwood sprouted.

The sprout quickly sucked up the fertile nutrients and grew rapidly and a new village of elves was born around that place.

Suho nodded.

‘This is why they are called nomads.’

[okay. To grow Elvenwood you always have to wander through fertile land.]

Meanwhile in the fantasy time passed quickly again.

After much hardship the newly acquired land dried up again at a rapid pace.

And the same situation repeated itself.

Elvenwood attacked the elves again.

A corrupt demon was born.

Porres again took a fruit and ran away to find a new land.

And once again Elvenwood sprouted in the fertile land.

While watching this entire series of processes Suho suddenly had a question.

‘But why can’t you see Szilard?’

All these visions were Forres’ memories.

And Forres said that they once lived together and competed with Szilard.

But why is Silad nowhere to be seen among all these survivors?

However at Suho’s question the corners of Silad’s mouth turned up slyly.

[Why can’t I see myself among the survivors? Isn’t that natural?]

The expression on his face was one of obvious confidence.

[Because I didn’t run away.]

‘what?’

Szilard answered confidently.

[I am the only high elf who did not run away from the rampaging land of Elvenwood. That is why I Silad are called the King of the Yetis and the Lord of the Cold.]

Wow-

A bitter cold wind blew just at that moment.

[Friends with spirits?]

Szilard snorted and smiled baring his teeth.

[He who rules over the spirits is a monarch.]